Sebastian’s POV
Xesha was silent for a while, as if drowning in my question that she couldn't answer. Or she was reluctant to do so.
"I didn't waste it. My father sold it. He never liked anything I did," she said, but then she clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Stupid... why did I even tell you this. It's useless."
"Just tell me. Who knows, I might change my mind," I said.
Her eyes immediately lit up. Slowly, she told me the story behind the painting, which actually didn't change my mind.
I was still going to keep the painting I had worked so hard to buy.
"That's the story," she said after tells the story of his childhood which was quite difficult because she dealt with adult problems—her parent who divorced, and then her father who often made problems for her.
"Hmm..
